Sunday, December 24: Ethan poos everywhere while recovering from the stomach flu. I wash the sheets from his crib 3 times in 1 day. Visit with Andy & Becky; leave early because Ethan is still feeling poorly. I wake up at 11:30 p.m. and rush to the bathroom for round 1 of my own bout with the stomach flu. Greg checks on me at 1:30, asks how I am, I say "I'm really sick" but he thinks I say "I'm okay." Little sleep until 5:30 a.m. on Monday.
Monday, December 25: Cancel breakfast with grandparents, cancel lunch with great-grandma (who is also sick); open presents; Ethan sleeps until 9 because he's still sick; afterwards, wakes up and poos all over everything all day, Greg on diaper duty; I go back to bed; get up, eat applesauce; go back to bed; get up and rejoin the living just in time for Laurel to get sick and vomit all over her bedroom floor, Greg cleans it up. Again.
Moral of the story: Marry a guy like Greg.